The Ice Pellet Storm

The plague has prevented my spinning the rest of the tale I so enticingly began last week, so here I present to you what the last number of days has involved, in list form:

Recap: Police. Brother of Famous Actor. Search of Car. Arrest. Parking of Car. Slimy Cop. More Search of Car. No Discovery of Illegal Substance. Ambulance. Phone Calls from Jail. Release.
And since: Driving the Midget, Flattish Tires, The New Jersey Turnpike.
Shitting-Vomiting Labrador. My Father's Refrigerator. Bleeping Dying Smoke Alarm.
Woody Allen Movies.
Stars.
Spindly Forest Trees. Cold Night Air.
Emergence of Ex. Tears.
Furniture Delivery Men.
More Dog Shit.
Illness. Coughing Spittling Gasping Illness. Nyquil.
Dog Shit.
The Hottentot Venus.
The Holland Tunnel.
Two Hours of Work. Coughing.
Feeding of Friend's Cat Named Shug. Disgusting Can of Cat Food. Slime.
Latino Ceiling Repair Man. Dingus Landlady. Cute Young Plumber.
Dismissive Doctor. Young Suburban Radiologist. One-Shot Miracle Antibiotic.
X-Rays. Paper Gowns. Chest Pain. Shortness of Breath. Coughing.
Insane Family Member. Kind Roommate. Irritating Landlady. Insane Family Member. Nyquil.
Dreams. Sleep in 2-Hour Shifts. Nyquil! Nyquil. Fuzzy Brain. Sleep.
Wind. Sleetish Snow.
Delay of Work.
Return of Ability to Sit and Write, Even Just in Lists.
Consideration of Romance.
Angry Wind. Ice Pellets.
Valentine's Day.

My sister tells me "afslappe" = "relaxed" in Danish.

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